Today they finally approved my registration for three subjects in SIU Guaraní, which if you’ve ever studied at an Argentine university, you know is basically a battlefield disguised as a website. It’s the system we use to enroll in classes and, for some reason, it always chooses violence. Especially around enrollment dates. The page crashes, it logs you out, it freezes right when you’re about to confirm. Every semester it’s the same chaos. My first attempt? A disaster. They rejected two of my subjects and only accepted one. I just stared at the screen in disbelief. I had carefully chosen everything so I could go only on Wednesdays, from 8 in the morning until 9 at night. One brutal, long day, yes, but it meant I wouldn’t have to go the rest of the week. That was the plan. So seeing two rejections felt like the entire structure of my semester collapsing in front of me. I got so anxious. Not even dramatic anxious, like genuinely stressed. I didn’t want to lose that schedule. I didn’t want to start rearranging everything and end up with random gaps or extra days. It sounds small, but when you organize your whole routine around something, it matters. But somehow, after refreshing the page a thousand times and searching through every option available, I found other chairs with the exact same schedule. Same Wednesday marathon. I signed up again, half expecting another rejection… and they accepted all of them. All three. I don’t think I realized how tense I was until I saw the confirmation. It was instant relief. That quiet kind of happiness where your shoulders drop and you just sit there thinking, okay, we’re good. What a day!